Holy Mother of God
“Thank you for coming in, ma’am. Do you know why I asked for this meeting with you today?”
“I assume it has something to do with my son. What’s he done now?”
“Well, I’m afraid it’s a bit complicated.”
“It usually is with him. Just tell me what happened, please.”
“Are you aware that the school recently held a science fair in which all of the students took part?”
“Yes, I think he mentioned something about that.”
“And are you familiar with the project which your son submitted to the fair?”
“I’m not sure. I know that he spent six days was working on something, then took a break, but I don’t think he actually ever finished it.”
“Yes, that’s right. He calls it his ‘creation science’ project. At the fair he presented it as ‘a work in progress.’”
“And was there something wrong with it? Did he cheat, or steal someone else’s idea?”
“No, no, nothing like that. It was actually quite an ambitious project, especially for a child of his age. It’s just that certain aspects of it were a bit…how shall I put it…curious, and we thought that perhaps we should discuss them with you.”
“Yes, of course. Please go ahead.”
“All right, well, his project involves this world which he created, populated by a number of simple life forms, including one which he claims to have fashioned ‘in his own image.’”
“You mean they’re overweight?”
“No, well, at least not all of them. In fact, a lot of them are actually starving to death, which is something else we wanted to talk to you about.”
“I know. He’s terrible about remembering to feed his pets.”
“So it would seem. But, in any case, what we think he meant by ‘in his own image’ was actually with regard to his personality, not his appearance.”
“You mean these creatures he made are…what? Selfish?”
“Yes, and…”
“Lazy?”
“Quite often.”
“Prone to temper tantrums?”
“Very much so.”
“Cruel?”
“When provoked, yes, but even sometimes for no apparent reason at all.”
“I see. And you think that’s strange?”
“No, not really. It’s quite normal for a child to project a version of himself in the things he creates, since that’s all he really knows. It’s just that the end result of putting billions of creatures like him in close contact with each other is rather…um…messy.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning they tend to kill each other a lot.”
“Oh, dear.”
“Even worse, a lot of them apparently kill each other because they think it will make your son happy.”
“No. You’re joking. Where would they get such a ridiculous idea?”
“I hate to say it, ma’am, but based on some of the creatures’ writings, it seems that he might actually have told one or two of them that himself.”
“I don’t believe it!”
“I’m afraid so. And that’s not all, because it appears that first he told one group of the creatures never to kill anybody, then he told them to kill those who don’t follow him, then he told them to forgive other people, and then finally he told another group to kill the first group.”
“But that doesn’t make any sense! Why would he do something like that?”
“Our staff psychologist suspects that he may be suffering from a mild case of schizophrenia.”
“Oh, no.”
“It’s actually quite treatable, but I do need to ask you a few questions.”
“Yes?”
“Your son made a list of ten rules that he gave the creatures to follow, including the one where he at first said they shouldn’t kill.”
“That’s a good one, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but the very first rule he made was that the creatures had to worship him more than any other what he referred to as ‘gods.’ I’m assuming that he meant you and me and the others like us. My point is, doesn’t that seem like someone with terribly low self-esteem leading to a desperate need for approval?”
“He has always been bit jealous of his older brothers’ success.”
“Jealous, yes. The creatures actually refer to him that way. A jealous god, they say.”
“I’m starting to feel very sorry for them.”
“He hasn’t made it easy for a lot of them, that’s for sure. Do you know what an earthquake is?”
“Do I want to know?”
“Perhaps it’s best if we discuss this further after you’ve had a chance to talk to your son. What if the two of you came back to see me together?”
“I’ll try to get him to come with me, that is if I can even get him to leave his room. He’s been in there with the door closed and a sign on it that says ‘DO NOT ENTER – HURRICANE SEASON’, whatever that means.”
“Yes, well, that’s one more thing we should talk about. But, I hope I haven’t alarmed you too much. He’s a good boy, really. And, again, for a first attempt, his project was impressive in a lot of ways. We really liked the clouds he made, for example. Very pretty, and very interesting the way they float. And the rainbows. And lightning. And something called ‘pizza’. You can be proud of him, ma’am. All he really needs is the right medication.”
“Thank you so much.”
“No trouble at all. That’s why I’m here.”
- Steve Fisher











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